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Views Read Edit View history. This page was last edited on 31 August , at By using this site, you agree to the Terms of Use and Privacy Policy. In a flash-forward, a ragged bearded Walt has breakfast at a Denny's restaurant in Albuquerque, on his 52nd birthday a little over a year into the future. In the present, news of the three deaths at the senior center Casa Tranquila spreads as Walt heads over to see his family.

Walt uses a giant magnet to destroy evidence of his and Jesse's activities stored on Gus Fring's laptop in the police superlab. Mike acts as third man with location information. A German businessman commits suicide to evade questioning about his ties to Gus Fring. The DEA filters through various leads in hopes of finding something.

In order to rebuild their lives and form a new profitable drug business, Walt and Jesse decide to look to Mike as a new partner. A Madrigal executive named Lydia becomes Mike's methylamine supplier. Walter moves back into the house, to Skyler's dismay. Walter, Mike, and Jesse meet with Saul to discuss finding a new place to "cook. When it comes time to divide the earnings of their first cook, Walter is upset about the amount of money going to Mike's former men, whose assets were seized when they were arrested.

Walter hints to Jesse that he may consider an attempt to remedy this situation. Together, she and Jesse spot a tracking device on a barrel of methylamine. Mike believes she placed the device herself. Since Walt admits cooking again to Skyler, they discuss the safety of the children.

Mike and Lydia work to get the methylamine delivered for the operation. Walt and Jesse try to work through several ideas to keep undercover.

The heist goes almost as smoothly as planned, but Todd notices a young boy stopping by on his dirtbike and immediately kills him, much to Walt and Jesse's dismay. Walter, Jesse, Mike, and their associate deal with the aftermath of the methylamine train heist. Mike is experiencing increased pressure because he is under constant DEA surveillance. Mike strikes a buyout deal, which Jesse phones Walter to discuss. When Skyler arrives, Walter insists Jesse dine with them. Talking after dinner, Walter tells Jesse that Skyler sent their children to live elsewhere and is waiting for his "cancer to come back", and that he intends to continue cooking meth at all costs, because "the business" is all he has left.

Jesse decides to quit instead and so Walter employs Todd as his assistant. Told to end his pursuit of Mike, Hank instead follows the lawyer, Dan Wachsberger, who is laundering Mike's money. When they meet, Walter demands that Mike tell him the names of the nine people in prison whose silence Mike has been paying for.

Mike refuses, so Walter shoots and kills him just before he is able to drive away, immediately regretting the decision when he realizes Lydia would give him the names.

What was the problem? She picked up her robe and walked into the connected office. She checked over her shoulder while the Internet window returned her search results.

Her heart thumped in her chest and her stomach churned. So much had changed since she was a sneaky-peeky little girl. A precocious little girl had been born, but a sneaky-peeky little girl had been created by events not of her own doing. She was so young and impressionable that night the power went out. She had blinked hard in the darkness, trying to see the source of the noise—the strange sound that had awoken her.

She shut her eyes, then opened them wide, but still the same blackness. Something unfamiliar and a little scary was close to her. The whole family had been huddled in the living room to ride out the storm.

A candle had been the only light when she fell asleep on the couch, but now even that was gone. She strained her eyes and inched closer. Fear crept into her belly. Was it a monster? Lightning flashed so bright it hurt her eyes, then thunder rocked the trailer and shook the windows in their sills. In that instant of brilliant light, she had seen it. The noise grew more intense, as did her curiosity. She pretended to be asleep, but kept staring. Why was that so exciting?

That night, the darkness hid so much from her, but there were plenty of opportunities for a sneaky little girl to find out what happened behind closed doors, and why it made her feel so good when she saw it. How else would a precocious girl learn?

There had been drastic changes in technology since that night, but not much had changed inside the precocious girl. Candy was breathing hard. Or was it rationalization?

The next morning, Evan had a blank slate to work with. There was nothing like a good night sleep to clear the mind. It was Friday, and even though he had to go to school, school had a different vibe on Friday, especially when the school year was almost over. Plus, his talk with Deana had helped him, not just because of her idea to talk to Cindy, it was more than that.

Compassion and anger were a dangerous emotional cocktail. Candy was standing at the sink washing dishes. When she groaned and rolled her head, he remembered why it had been so long. She was a wonderful woman, and his first crush. He knew he made her uncomfortable by her flat tone and the tightening of her shoulders, so he let it drop.

Could he have actually seen the brown ring of her nipple? The bathroom door was partially open and Jason could see Becky at the sink, brushing her teeth. Her back was to him and her night shirt only reached to the creases at the top of her thighs.

Becky leaned over to spit and rinse her mouth. Jason held his breath. Her shirt lifted, her ass pushed back and her cheeks parted. The moist, inner meat glistened and mocked his growing dick. Walk away, he told himself, and continued to stare.

His sister had developed a beautiful, fat pussy. Becky turned towards the toilet and pulled her shirt up to her waist. He held his breath. Her white ass cheeks and the even whiter gap between them made him want to shout, turn in a circle, then kneel down to kiss it, lick it and worship her ass. It got him even more excited. It was amazing how much piss could blast out of such a skinny girl.

He was glad she still had a thing about standing up and pissing. He had always loved to watch her pee. The abrupt end of blasting piss was followed by a short burst and two quick splashes. Becky stiffened, grabbed her crotch, roughly swished her hand back-and-forth, then shivered.

After standing there frozen for a few seconds, she sucked her fingers. Had he just seen her getting off and tasting her own fluids?

She told him Paula deserved it for lying about her, but he suspected it was more fun than payback. On the way to school, Becky sat sideways on the back seat of the bus with her legs stretched across the seat. She was holding the spot for one of the older girls who got on the bus later. She could hardly wait to talk about the teeth brushing incident. He was determined to honor his promise to their mother, but she knew he was looking at her differently. It was just a matter of time now.

At School, lunch period came quickly for Evan. All morning his teachers reviewed for finals and he thought about his mother and how she had responded to his hands. Was she offering to let him rub her feet? Jason waved to him from a table at the back of the cafeteria. Jason rolled his eyes. Shit, you fucked up my mind.

I swear I get hard all the time and for no reason. Why the hell did Jason want him to do his sister? After school, Evan waited by his car for his sister. It shall be terribly hot and we might break a sweat. Evan glared at his sister, then played along. Please spare my head from the guillotine. Friday was always more fun. He had a feeling it was going to be a great weekend. He closed his door and started the car. When the kiss ended, Rebecca and Evan were silent. Deana faced Rebecca and took her hands in hers.

If he looked like Evan I might even join in. I mean was he hard when you saw it? I thought my foot was on his leg, but it kept growing and it jerked. That must have been wild. Did you keep rubbing it? It was after we dropped you off. What if Rebecca knew she listened outside the bathroom door while Evan came in her panties? At Home Evan reached his house in record time, still thinking about his sister and Rebecca.

There was something about two girls kissing, real girls, not chicks on the Internet, that made his blood boil. His sister and Rebecca, wow, the potential. The worst kind, one that had no idea how gorgeous she was. He found his mom at the kitchen sink, peeling potatoes. He thought about going straight to the bathroom, but detoured instead. His mouth went dry. Her pants were painted on, dividing each sphere of her glorious ass. Dad went to Atlanta for the weekend, right?

Two perfect halves of a wonderful whole, divided by a deep groove. They bulged out past the sides of her body and caressed his forearms. He knew he should have taken his arms back, but he tightened his muscles so they sank deeper into the soft, mysterious flesh. Her hands intertwined with his. Her soapy fingers glided between his, dipping deep into the webbing.

Her thumbs pushed into the curves of his palms. Move back, just back up, back away, he told himself. His penis pulsed, growing with his guilt. The outward push of her rump contour to his body. His throbbing balls were resting in the gap at the top of her butt. Could she feel him? I have something to finish up. He watched her walk towards her room, her giant breasts swishing under a thin blouse, bra-less. He was going to faint. When he was done, he went straight to his room without bothering to whack off his unyielding boner.

His cousin, Cindy, was into meditation. She said it made her a better race car driver, being able to clear her mind of all thoughts. Why was he suddenly seeing her as Candy again?

He had been out of his mind and could have crossed a line in the blink of an eye, a line that would have changed his life forever.

The knock on his door startled him. He spun his chair towards the door. She laid her head on his shoulder, and it was his baby-girl again.

Of course he does. He moved her face in front of his and looked her in the eyes. They were so blue he could have gotten lost in them. When she finally pulled away, her cheeks were flushed. You always make me feel better. What the hell was that? He needed to talk to Deana, she understood these things, girl things. He went back to trying to figure out what to do about his mother. Rebecca held her fingers in the air like a magician. Telling Rebecca had linked the incidental contact and listening outside the bathroom door in her mind.

Rebecca stepped forward, their toes touched and so did their chests. She looked into those big, green eyes. It was more exciting than kissing a boy, not that she knew much about that. Rebecca moaned into her mouth, and sucked her tongue hard while inching backwards, pulling her along.

Rebecca broke the kiss and sat on the bed behind her. It was a defining moment, a point of no return, and she was terrified. The tongue circling her belly button caused goosebumps to race down her legs. Her senses crackled and her body buzzed. Rebecca willfully stared into her eyes, tracing the top edge of her sweatpants with an index finger. The hands holding her shirt halfway up her stomach, her own hands, lifted the shirt up over her head without asking permission. Her pink, cotton-puff nipple sacks swelled and pulsated.

Rebecca leaned forward and Deana stared at the top of her head. Wet lips pressed against that space between the top of her sweats and her belly-button. It was flesh that had never felt such sensitive warmth. She realized moisture from her pussy had seeped down her inner thighs. She pulled her foot out of her pants and widened her stance to make room for the pint-sized gymnast, who was sliding down off the bed.

It was a nasty way for a young lady to present herself, spread open, vulnerable, and exposed. A million sparks tingled just inside her pussy lips and spread up into her body deeper than her fingers had ever reached.

She panted, feeling each taunting breath her friend released. The long lashes blinked slowly, then it happened. The same sensual tongue that had probed her mouth and danced with her own tongue was licking her inflamed labia. Nobody had ever touched her ass the way Rebecca was fondling it. Fingernails raked down her cheeks, followed the curvature of her ass and continued down her inner thighs. Her body was out of her control.

Her hands pawed at her own tits, twisting their silky crowns. Should she warn Rebecca when it was coming, give her a chance to get out of the way? Deana had never been so removed from reality and she never wanted to come back. It exploded violently, shaking her from head to toe, then her toes curled and she fell forward onto the bed. Her body coiled up into a ball and she wept. I was gonna kill you, but you killed me. At Home, Evan blew out a long breath and considered calling Jason, again.

Since then, his mom had seemed quiet and distant, but that could have been his guilty imagination. Had she sensed how aroused he was while she washed his hands, or even been caught up in that special moment like he had? Evan turned back, stopped, then went on. He had to know, had to at least see her, say good night and see if she was upset.

He held his fist up, ready to knock, then his face inched towards the crack. The night-stand lamp made him squint. He blinked hard and nudged the door. His footfall was silenced by the plush carpet, but not the pounding of his heart. It was all he could hear, the thump, thump, thumping in his ears. He took two more steps. Breathe, you have to breathe. Three more steps and he was at the edge of her bed, her bare feet hung off the mattress. They were pretty and he wanted to touch them, massage them like she wanted him to.

The end laid along the cusp of her butt cheeks. Her shapely calves, thighs and the curvature of her ass under that sheer material, gave him a hot flash. He tried to swallow, but his throat stuck to itself. The truest test of his character had been set before him. What kind of person was he? None of the excuses Evan had fabricated could exonerate him now.

His eyes followed those sexy legs to where the thickness of her thighs spread out against the mattress, he looked between them. He gulped air and a squeak escaped from deep in his throat. None of the porn he had ever seen had the same effect on his teenage mind.

He wanted to touch it, needed to touch it, and taste it. His penis was painfully stiff. When he looked down he realized his cock was out, completely visible and being stroked. In his mind, they might as well have been fucking, so would it be any worse if he came on her floor?

Evan walked backwards without taking his eyes off his mother. He closed the door, then he rushed to the kitchen. She was so beautiful. He sat at the kitchen table, waiting for some sign that his mom had woken up.

The refrigerator was quiet. He rested his chin on his fists with his elbows on his thighs. In his mind, time and a good night sleep made stuff go away. He had no desire to stop coddling her, she was his, Baby-girl, she needed him. Fuck what his father said, she was just a kid. He stripped naked and got into bed, knowing sleep would erase his concerns and tomorrow would be a new day.

He opened the refrigerator, looking for something to take the edge off his horny state. He settled for Gatorade. She ruined masturbating for him. Since they stopped playing their games, he was always trying to find new ways to make jerking off satisfying. He was mad at Becky too.

How could she be so callus about showing off her body? It was like she was trying to make him horny, all the time. He put his foot up on the chair and plunged his balls into the glass of Gatorade. Now they ached with need and tingled like crazy on the outside.

His wet balls were swigging between his legs. All rational thought was gone. Each step he took made him more fearful. Normal fear was supposed to steer you away from dangerous situations, his fear was exciting and made him keep moving towards the danger. Who wakes their sister up to ask for a calculator without pants on?

His cock lumbered upward, wobbled right, left and back to the right. His purple knob was pushing out of the foreskin. He knew better now. She was naked, on her back, one leg straight, the other bent. He tried to comprehend how much had changed in three years. His breath caught in his chest.

Her flat stomach ended where a mound of chestnut fuzz exploded out of her body. A divot marked the start of the slit that rounded her pronounced pubic bone. Her groin was set off by deep cuts that formed a V, and acted as an arrow pointing between her legs. Her pussy lips were exactly as he remembered them, except they were more plump and succulent and he wanted to taste her and be inside her. Mother, Fucker, he thought, what a pussy.

The changing scenes on the TV cast a magical glow between her legs, flickering blue, green and red hues on her pussy-lips. They were two swollen flaps pressed together in a seductive kiss. He leaned forward until he could smell his sister. His tongue could reach if he stuck it out. His hand was moving up and down his dick. He was fearful and excited the first time, trying something new.

He vividly remembered how his tongue felt pushing inside, and how the pungent tang made him gag at first. The flavor, the texture of her inner labia and the resistance of her tight hole thrilled him. It was hard to find at first, but once he found the entry point, he loved to force his tongue deep inside his sister. She loved it too. He quickly stood up, thrust his groin forward, and pounded his fist up and down his cock.

His veins rippled under his grip and his balls yanked up into the launch position. Served her right for torturing him with her body.

He left her room with his oozing dick swinging between his legs. He promised himself it was a one time thing and it would never happen again. In the morning, Candy kicked the covers off her legs and slapped the mattress. What did she hope to gain by getting Evan aroused other than the satisfaction of knowing she still had that power?

Nothing good could come from her childish behavior. When she woke up in the middle of the night she was relieved.

Now that a new day had dawned, she resented having to put on the loose fitting clothes John would want her to wear around his friends, and go upstairs and make Evan believe nothing had happened. It passed once her brain process bits of data, but it was replaced with a new, completely foreign, OMG moment. She moved her head on the feathered pillow. She stretched her legs. Now she was completely naked in bed with another girl. Everything from the night before came back.

Deana stared at the sun light reflecting onto the ceiling, replaying the day before. It had ended with an orgasm. No, it had ended with her doing something she was never supposed to do. It was wrong—evil—even if you just fantasized about it. If she had never kissed Rebecca, nothing would have happened, and nothing would have changed between them. Rebecca bit off half of a piece of purple bubble gum. She shivered and hugged the pillow to her chest. Deana waited, frozen, expecting her friend to say something, but instead, she took the pillow away.

She adjusted her legs and Rebecca wiggled down until their pussies were almost touching. Things could never go back to the way they were yesterday. Their grape flavored tongues touched, then quickly found a passionate rhythm, while their arms tightened around each other. Rebecca laid on her back. She was laying on her stomach, staring between the legs of another girl. She blew a stream of air over the moist flesh, knowing exactly what it would do to her friend.

Rebecca sighed and opened her legs wide. Deana held her breath, moved her mouth close and pushed her tongue out. The flavor filled her mouth and poured down her throat like warm honey. It caused a physical reaction in her groin and altered her mind. She had the power to make Rebecca feel good and that excited her. She thrust her tongue over and over, tongue fucking her pussy the way she wanted someone to ram their cock into her.

Her dirty little secret, she wanted that cock to take her, and fuck her into a raging orgasm. Having a BFF with benefits, might be the thing that saved her from her most evil, secret desire.

Deana had never before felt so in control, or good about herself. Rebecca wanted her, needed her, and was begging her to meet her need. The only thing that mattered at that moment was pleasing Rebecca. Deana humped the blanket piled between her legs and had her own orgasm, while admiring her work.

Seeing someone else in the throws of pleasure was a beautiful sight. Their hearts thumped together, and they shared a long, slow kiss. Deana felt totally at peace for the first time in years. She could care less about her sexuality, she was happy. That rarely happened, but his real life was making him horny and his dreams were the only place he could get satisfaction, so he tried.

Shit, he was naked. Ah, jeez, he said. I swear she was in her bed when I went to sleep. A strange feeling came over him. Gloria started to roll back, pulling her leg off him and his heart stopped. He was young the first time it happened and it scared him, but this was worse. How could she not get the wrong idea? Surely his sister would say something about what had happened or at least ask what got on her leg. No, you said the same thing yesterday, Candy said. His sister groaned and scooted across the bed.

As she stood, her bunched up shirt resisted gravity long enough for him to see her pantie-less behind. She had definitely gotten too old to be sneaking into his bed while he was sleeping. Evan breathed a sigh of relief when his sister left without saying anything about the hard-on or his discharge. He almost flinched when she reached to stroke his hair. Did she know something or was this just one of those bonding moments? Being naked, even under the covers, while she was in the room made him very nervous.

Why did parents ask questions like there was a choice? After his mother left, Evan jumped out of bed and threw something on. He was surprised to see his sister running to the car. She normally made him wait and she never ran. Burrr, Deana said, and slammed the door. Evan looked at his sister with his brows lifted.

She was barefoot, wearing a sleeveless shirt and short—shorts. She hugged her legs to her chest. She glanced his way, then went back to staring out the window. Deana put her chin in her palm, closed her eyes and breathed in deeply.

The cot is better. Evan felt his face going from one shade of pale to another, and he knew his sister already knew the answer. She waited until his hand was working before she spoke. You know, what would you think if I really French kissed Rebecca and, ah, and enjoyed it? Would you think I was bad? The fact that his sister teared up because he called her Dee made him think of all the hurt that they had seen each other through, back when calling her Dee was common, after their mother had been killed.

Something serious was going on. I, ah, I did it, I did, I think I did. I never, um, never would, never would have planned it. You know, planned to—But what if I liked it? He was really thinking a thousand things, particularly about how he felt after seeing Jason in the woods.

Stop putting words in my mouth, he said, and turned sharply onto the dirt road that ran parallel to the rail road tracks. Deana leaned over to kiss his cheek, but he turned and met her lips with his, and to make sure she got the point, he tilted his head and laid one on her. His sister fell back onto her seat like a punctured balloon giving up its last burst of air.

Thanks, I think you helped me, Deana said. Deana raised her left brow in a high arch. Of course she does, Deana said, with a large grin. Is that a bad thing? Oh Brother, open your eyes. She still thinks she can get in bed with me if she has a dream.

The idea of Gloria and a boy disturbed him, as much as her forgetting him, but he moved on. When Deana was gone, Rebecca stood in front of her mirror, naked, holding her crotch. One wrong move and their friendship could have been destroyed. Deana had always been her BFF and she needed her, she loved her. When Deana started that fake kiss, Rebecca seized the moment. In the end, Deana thought she had been the one who went too far.

The truth was, they were both guilty. She must like girls too. She had no idea how, but there was at least the potential for her to have the best of both worlds, Deana and Evan. Jason stood quickly, took a breath, then fell back next to him. Shit, what am I going to do?

Jason stood up again and turned in a circle. I spooged on my sister. His friend seemed thrilled about the whole thing. I got a boner for my mom and I came on my sister. If I was you, I would. I could imagine doing your mom, but not mine. Evan considered telling Jason about the time he slept over and accidentally walked in on his mom when she was sitting naked on the toilet. He could still picture the brown mass of hair between her legs and the way her heavy breasts hung so her giant nipples.

Nobody really did that. Late Sunday afternoon, Evan was laying on his bed, while his brain ate itself alive with thoughts. There was way too much weird going on. Why the hell had he French kissed Deana? A call from Cindy had given him even more to go nuts thinking about. The smell of baked chicken intensified as he approached the kitchen. He turned the corner then stopped. His mom was filling a serving bowl, Deana and Gloria were already seated at the table with his father, and the room started shrinking.

Was the house big enough for him and Candy. How could anything that was supposed to be gross feel so good? Kissing her should have been like accidentally eating a dog turd. Evan looked at Gloria for a sign, but she smiled the same way she always did. Evan nodded his head without really listening to the details. All he wanted to hear was the when of the trip. If his father was gone for a few weeks, he could prove himself as a race car driver while he was gone, then his father would have to let him continue racing.

He almost got a boner thinking about it. He stuff his mouth and smiled at Gloria. That night, Evan called Cindy and told her to set up a meeting with Dale Davis during the week. He closed his chemistry book with a thud and started down stairs for a snack. She was asleep, like she should be, in her own bed. He swung the corner into the kitchen and caught himself using the wall. I guess mom is right, he thought, those were his hand prints.

The white towel on her head made her look top heavy. Unable to resist, he approached in stealth mode and grabbed her, pressing her against the counter. She shuddered and did a pathetic fear dance. Was she right or was he still feeling the effects of that kiss? He watched her hips swing side to side. Was she trying to look seductive? No, not Deana, he thought, it had to be him, he was the one who sniffed her underwear.

That had to stop. Candy laid on her bed watching John through the partially open bathroom door. He was naked, brushing his teeth. His muscled, six-four body was still intimidating after all these years.

At twelve, she became the babysitter. Sandra was younger than John, and the most beautiful woman Candy had ever known. She loved Sandra like a big sister, the same way she loved Sally, before things went wrong. She was a teenager when Gloria was born.

She still wondered what became of that beautiful, redheaded baby girl. The teenager Candy had been, with all the fantasies, hopes and dreams, was gone. She was Mommy to Gloria, and Sandra became her mentor, and the one to suggest she move in and become their full time nanny.

Maybe she flirted, but John should have discouraged her, not taken advantage of her curious nature. One night, while Sandra was home, John came into her room, the very room Gloria now called her own, and he fucked her. When Sandra was killed in a car accident, John was a single father, she was a teenage drop-out with a baby, living in his house.

He told her people would talk, he laid it out like a business deal, she should marry him or move out. Now, he owned her.

John came out of the bathroom and approached the bed. He said three was enough. That was easy for him to say, he had his two kids, his business and his friends. What did she have other than Gloria? John climbed on the bed and the mountain of a man, who had made her feel alive as a girl, covered her like dirt on her coffin.

Why now, after six months, why now? School had the vibe of the day before a long holiday break, which was like a Friday on steroids, yet the excitement was subdued and emotions were all over the place. Freshmen saw an end to their peon status, and sophomores had found their rhythm, their clique, and the hope of better days ahead.

Juniors had been in the que for eleven years, and now they could finally move up to the top of the totem pole. Seniors saw their future in front of them, feeling the remorse of closure, the excitement of greater things ahead and the pressure to succeed.

His lunch tray slipped and splashed slop onto the table. Deana stared at the little gymnast in her spandex, with her T-shirt knotted at her side, exposing her belly. A nervousness crept up her spine. Deana moved back until her ass was against the sink.

Her mind scrambled to figure out what her friend was trying to say. Rebecca looked under the stall doors, then stepped forward. Her eyes went frantically from Rebecca to the door and back. This is so dangerous, why am I getting wet? Their lips met and danger was a catalyst for passion. How many time had she wondered what those tight ass muscles felt like in that slippery material? The parking lot was emptying quickly, and Evan waved to a car load of stuck up cheerleaders.

Jason was long gone, as usual. Why Becky rode the bus was still a mystery to him. Certainly not like his sister. Deana would never play with herself in the living room while people were home. He had to play it cool when Deana got there or his mind reading sister would know he was up to something. The fewer people who knew, the better chance of nobody finding out, was his logic. Jason needed to know because he would provide an alibi and he wanted his best friend to be there when he finally fulfilled his dream.

He turned and all his aggravation about having to wait for them evaporated. Was that her bush or was her mound that thick? Her pants contoured to every dip, groove and valley and he could see the outline of her pussy. Just say what you think, whose ass would you rather feel? Evan was suddenly the meat in a girl sandwich. Rebecca had his hands and then they were on their behinds. Kind of a win, win, possibly, except for the fact that the Princess of Bubble-butt Heaven was his sister.

It was meaty, soft, yet solid at the core. She had more than a handful and it felt good. His finger traveled down, daring her to make him stop. That had to be her anus under the thin layer of material. He kept going until he could have fingered her if she was naked. She was hot and damp, and she sighed instead of shoving his hand away. She must have realized he was taking advantage of the tumbler.

He said he had too much studying to do and headed to his meeting with Cindy. After Evan drove away, Deana was still thinking about his hand on her butt. Her emotions confused her.

She was fearful that they had opened a door that could harm her friendship with Rebecca, but she was also jealous. A few hours later, Evan walked in the back door and his mother was setting the table.

Deana was face down on her bed with one leg folded up. Her heel was touching her butt. I need your help. I got a charley horse. And close the door. He knelt on the bed and knee walked up to her foot. His hands hoovered above her leg.

Skin is skin, he told himself and put both hands on her thigh. His thumbs pressed into her flesh and Deana groaned. He stared at the gym shorts that barely covered the globes of her ass. It was only two inches away and Deana was still coaching him to go higher.

How much higher could he go? The further he progressed the more sensual and warm her leg seemed. She inch-wormed her body and her butt rose and fell. The lighter tone of her cheek emerged from her shorts and the seductive joining of thigh and butt taunted him. Like that would help. He felt like a blind man defusing a bomb.

Did she expect him to continue past where her butt cheek poked out from her shorts? His fingers were wrapped around the inside and the outside of her thigh, giving his thumbs leverage to dig deep into the back of her leg.

They inched upward, testing that line which marked the beginning of her ass. Both of his thumbs were completely inside her leg hole, forcing her shorts upward. He could see the edge of her underwear next to his index finger and he could feel the tight tendon that connected her inner thigh to her groin.

He cursed his dick for stiffening and tried to look away. The sounds, tempo of her words and her motions all made him very uncomfortable. Did she mean you got it, and he should stop, or you got it, keep doing that where you are.

It honestly was a difficult choice. That would be creepy, especially after that massage. If he played his cards right, he might have the opportunity to fondle her in a bikini, right in front of his sister. Damn his fucken porn brain. That night, Evan waited down stairs until he heard Deana finish her shower. He stripped as soon as he got in the bathroom. The air was still warm, steamy and smelled like flowers. Evan laid the panties out on the counter with the back facing up and the crotch hanging over the edge, then he got on his knees.

His tongue shot out and sampled the cotton, while his hand stroked his dick. The moist strip of material entered his mouth. She was face down, ass up and his nose was buried between her cheeks. He opened them and circled her anus with the tip of his tongue.

His girlfriend, Stacey loved to have her ass licked while she fingered herself, and he imagined Deana would also. His cum boiled inside his aching balls. They tightened and he stood quickly, aiming his bulbous knob into the narrow strip of underwear. Deana pretended to be asleep until Evan finished in the bathroom, then she went to the bathroom without turning on a light. Two fingers dipped inside her pussy-lips, then traveled upward, opening her labia all the way to her clitoris.

It was swollen and throbbing under her fingers. She leaned back on the toilet tank and pulled her knees up.

What the fuck is happening to me? It was the end of the last full day before finals. Evan walked behind Darlene with no intention of trying to speak to her, he was just enjoying her ass. He should be mad at her. Somehow, she seemed responsible for all the weird stuff happening in his life. Outside, he was surprised and thrilled to see the tumbler was in those skin-like black pants again. He followed her and Deana towards the car without letting them know he was there. Deana was in blue jeans and there was an oval of frayed white thread that opened and closed each time her right butt cheek dipped down.

He imagined slipping his finger inside and wiggle-worming it towards her pussy before his sane brain could shut the thought down.

She might as well have been naked with those pants on. He was getting hard before they reached his car. He flipped his seat up to let Rebecca get in.

Rebecca put one foot and her head inside the car, then paused, glancing back at him. He grabbed the leg that was outside the car and moved up. She had every opportunity to say something or fall in the car like she normally would, but she held firm and let him grope her.

He squeezed her ass and moved his hand inward. She matched his dare by pushing back. At home, Candy paced back-and-forth across her bedroom. The bra-less antics had been the shameful acts of a woman desperate for validation and attention. She opened the box on her bed and her chest tightened around her heart. The idea that had popped into her head, like a passing thought, was inappropriate, irrational and potentially illegal, so she had rejected it as insanity.

Unfortunately, like evil thoughts tend to do, it festered in her mind. She was a wife and mother of three. Candy checked the clock. Plenty of time, she thought, and picked up the box, carrying it like a ticking bomb. Her computer screen showed the front porch and driveway.

Angel Face Angel DeLuca is sitting in her happy seat, rubbing her panty-covered pussy and rubbing her nipple but what she really needs is a dude to service her awesomely fleshy body. A dude to give her a hard candy cane to suck on and a nice snatch stuffing with his stiffie. Someone to rescue this poor, young, bra-killing girl from the distress of sexual frustration! True incest story: Potential – by BiStander. This is a creative, nonfiction story based on actual events. All names, locations and time-lines have been changed to protect the guilty. I am just putting on a facade in order to seem innocent and non-slutty (just in case my friends discover my profile), and hopefully to chase away as many “creepers” as possible.